Count Down the Passing Years with You

Once upon a time, she clung to an acacia fruit in the ups and downs of the fantasy sea. Flowers bloomed on the street, and it turned out that she was the one he loved. The promises that floated leisurely in that sea of ​​snow in the previous life were like the cinnabar that fell on her chest; they were like the moles of tears that turned into the corners of his eyes. Fortunately, she was patient enough to wait. Fortunately he came as promised. She said: I will count the passing years with you. He replied: I will accompany you when the prosperity is over. Since one person is allowed to show preference, I would like to be generous for the rest of my life.